The dancing cloud,
The heavy rain! The fire of the thunder,
With the pearls of the heavens;
You need the right friend to talk to,
Than wasting your time with illegal lust.
A friend who is always there for you,
To listen to your questions and to help you solve your problems;
Like the muse of the sky bringing us rain and snow.
Elite, granite!
if you onl think of yourself in this world,
You will lose everything;
So, let is wake up and help each other in peace,
Like the muse of the pearls of the heavens.
The picture,
The image,
The art work;
Today with your stories,
Like the dancing clouds and the heavy rains! !
And, the fire of the thunder exposed the pearls of the heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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